It is a pretty bird.
An Arts and Crafts instructor at Woodland camp showed us how to make them out of quart-milk containers. She dips papier mache wrapping into different colored dyes to make the foliage. Then she wraps the papier mache around the container.
She walks around the paint-splattered tables in the cavernous, beige-painted room with the cathedral windows, monitoring our progress. Every so often, she gives one “bird” a slight tug, or another a snip of excess foliage.
We place our creations on trays near the window to dry when we finish.
I love mine so much that I want to make more. For the next month, I smuggle quart-milk containers home.
Until I fill an entire drawer in my room.
But I never made another bird.
swooping hawk
nowhere near a landfill
holding our birds
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Frank J. Tassone 
Fascinating projecr Frank.
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Thanks, Rob! 😀
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There is so much here in so few words. I love the way you have captured the enigmatic quality of human nature.
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Thank you! 😀
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Fun poem. Now I’d like to see your bird, as well. Don’t tell me you haven’t saved it???
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Long lost, I fear. Otherwise, I would have photographed it and added it to the post. Hence the haiku 😉 thanks 😀
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Here’s the modern-day equivalent, Frank https://www.edenproject.com/learn/for-everyone/how-to-recycle-a-milk-carton-into-a-beautiful-bird
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Looks far more realistic than ours ever were! 😆
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Yes.. I seem to remember the waxed cardboard milk carton ones.. more charming, actually. Couldn’t find a photo, though.
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Me neither. 😔
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Interesting project Frank. Would love to see how it was done. Lovely haibun with that swooping hawk as well. Have a good weekend.
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I wonder too… sometimes we just have to do it once… but too often we are consumed by ambitions until it fizzles into nothing.
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